Ultimatum for tomorrow.

I hate to hear you like this....
when your in that mood.
The "fuck the world" mood.
Now here I sit wanting to see you.
Wanting to hold you and tell you
every thing will be alright.
But trying to tell you that is
stupid to even try.

I hate that I love you sometimes.
You're so difficult.
I'm addicted to you.
I often tell myself that if this is
all I'm going to get then fuck it.
Fuck it, Megan...move on.
I can't imagine you not in my life
though.
I can't imagine not seeing your smile
and kissing those perfect lips.
Feeling your hands around my waist
and carrying me in your strong arms.
To hear your laugh is like a gift to me.
My best friend. My love.

I start to cry when I think about
giving you up.
You ARE my drug.
To not hear from you for days
just eats at me. I'm unsettled
all the days until I hear that beautiful
voice again.

So, I wish I could talk to you some more.
Reassure you that I'm always here for
you whenever you need me.
Whether or not that means anything to you...
I'll never know.

Tomorrow though will be your test.
I left you a message to meet me for coffee...
if you show up, you're mine.
If you don't, maybe I'll see you around.

Please don't make me cry.